Irisfrost
Larkwing dipped her head to Irisfrost in a response to her greeting, before suggesting they give Owltalon a bit longer before setting out. Irisfrost nodded in agreement before they waited. Neither made small talk; something she wasn't particularly intrested in. Sure, Larkwing had been fairly active around the clan after her return, and although that raised her view of her, it didn't mean she
liked her.
Soon enough Owltalon appeared, giving an apology for her tardiness before leading them out. Their destination was Smallpines, but the Lionheart led them through RiverClan's camp. And... it wasn't how she expected. She hadn't been so naive to assume it was perfectly intact, patiently waiting to be occupied again, but she hadn't anticipated it to be so bad.
The metallic scent of blood was the first thing Irisfrost noticed. As they entered camp, her eyes landed on the bloodstains, smeared all over the stone floor and even on the walls. Two moons hadn't been enough to wash it off, and she wondered if it ever would if they didn't scrape it off manually. It was dried, after all.
This was the blood of her clanmates. Cats she had lived with all her life, slaughtered by the other clans without a second thought. Yes, some of her clanmates had stuffed up. But it didn't warrant
this. Young apprentices had died in this massacre.
An icy ball of rage sat in her gut as they walked away from the bloodied remains of their camp and towards Smallpines. ThunderClan's scent was there, spilling over the border without a hint of RiverClan's. They'd change that. Flicking an ear in acknowledgement of Owltalon's reminder to mark the border throughly and stay alert, Irisfrost set to work rubbing herself against the nearest tree. She would make sure RiverClan's scent matched the other clan's in strength, if not overshadowed it.
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